บททั้งหมดของ Mated To The Cursed Lycan King: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

BryanI sighed, grabbed the tray, and carried it to the chaos that was my desk. The utensils were there, untouched. I tore into the steak with my bare hands because it was prepared exactly how I liked it: rare and lightly seared. It quieted the beast for now, though he hungered for more than food. He wanted the thrill of the chase, but I wasn't ready to start the search yet. My grip on him was unraveling a little more each day. I had to stay here until I mapped the best route to ensure success. Only after I was one hundred percent sure I had plotted the best course would I leave.They said Talon found solace in his mate's scent as madness consumed him. I tried the same, but clinging to remnants of her only riled my beast further. This agitated the beast instead of easing the torment. The only thing keeping him from spiraling deeper into madness was the plan to hunt for her and the relentless drive to bring her back. So, I planned and plotted. I could not stop.Even when the beast let

LeoraCharlotte moved with instinctive certainty, anticipating my needs before I even knew I needed them. She rose smoothly, grabbed a pink container from the stand nearby, and poured water into a waiting cup. She handed it to me without a word, and I wasted no time bringing it to my lips. The first gulp was a massive relief. Cold liquid slid down my parched throat, soothing the rawness that had scraped at every swallow. The chill of the water eased the scratchiness. When I lowered the cup, Charlotte immediately refilled it. Her movements were quick, steady, and deliberate."You collapsed, baby girl, and we didn't know if you'd wake up. We got you here to the clinic as fast as we could, and we've been here since," Nathaniel explained.I swallowed hard as I mulled over my situation. What if Charlotte and Nathaniel hadn't been there? The question coiled around my mind and suffocated me. My trembling hands drifted toward my stomach, splaying my fingers across my belly where the life insi

LeoraThe adjustment to connecting with my wolf was not as instant as I had thought. She was there, deep inside me, and knowing I could call on her was reassuring. Some days, reaching out to her was easy, but drawing on her energy and strength took some getting used to. While walking through the cabin, I'd forget how to connect with her, leaving my body too exhausted and on the floor by the time Charlotte and Nathaniel came home. They took it upon themselves to teach me more ways to connect with my wolf. One of these methods was meditation."Find your center, Leora. Focus on your breathing and reach out to your wolf," Charlotte coached me.Sitting on the soft grass outside the cabin with my legs crossed, hands on my knees, eyes closed, and inhaling the warm breeze, I wasn't sure if I could. My past attempts hadn't been consistent. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I couldn't maintain the connection like I thought I would. My heart raced as I feared I might never master this an

BryanIt was difficult for anyone to understand my intentions about going into rogue territory myself. As the king, it was expected that I would have others run into danger. That's not how I saw things. If I was the king, then I needed to show my kingdom how to face uncertainty head-on. Rogues were unpredictable beasts. Most were those who simply got tired of pack life and wanted to settle in a place where pack politics wouldn't follow them. There were a few I knew of who had fled to rogue territory just to escape everything they dealt with inside a pack. But my pack hated the idea of me going into rogue territory without backup.To them, I was walking into enemy territory without an army to keep me safe. I might as well be naked. I understood their fear, but I didn't see it that way. If I brought my army of loyal soldiers with me—who would kill anyone who looked at me oddly—it would be an unprovoked attack. Rogues often caused issues for the packs, but many didn't have the resources

LeoraFeeling my wolf beneath the surface at any given time of day had become my new favorite experience, second only to feeling my pup hiccupping inside my stomach. A weight I had been carrying for over a year had been lifted, knowing I could feel my wolf as if she were an extension of me. Charlotte and Nathaniel had encouraged me to shift into my furry form every day since I connected with her. They wanted me to become comfortable with accessing her power to shift when I needed her. It took some getting used to, but with practice, I could shift as quickly as others.It was a relief.Since that day, the pregnancy had gone smoother, with my connection to my wolf helping to alleviate the side effects. It wasn't as though they had disappeared completely. There were still days when I couldn't last an entire day without needing a long break. It remained a hit or miss whether I could muster the energy to clean throughout the cabin. No one had an answer as to why it wasn't normal yet. I sho